The Average Day

I walked into the bookstore
The day was an average day
Unlike before ‘twas a bore
Though it was only the month of May

I turned to leave for the door
To buy a pumpkin spice latte
The walk I always abhorred
I sat drinking by the doorway

Looking at the forlorn shore
Hoping another might come and stay
I stare at the bleak indoor
The day and my hopes slowly fade away

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